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LOADED LUX lyrics : "K.I.L.L.A.S."

(Feat. Fat Trel)




[Intro]
You remember what happened last time

When we brought the casket on stage
You know what really happens?
We told you you was gonna die

We came on stage, looked you in your face and said
You gon' die


[Hook]
Left the devil on the back roads
In search of heaven on the path home

In the raft I go
^!$$%s wanna have my soul
Feeling like Django, right back in new [rode-ode?]

[?]
In these streets men bleed
They respect it or they test it aim for the weak

Them cowboys, I brought killas with me
Them cowboys, I brought killas with me
Killas with me, killas with me, killas with me

You with them cowboys, I brought killas with me

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]

You a cowboy I got killas
I got animals and gorillas
I got silverbacks with them black macks

And this trap rap no backpack
Petty theives in my rat trap
Never preyed on the weak

Last lay was on south beach and that bi**h stay for a week
'Fore the white folk came
Guns got blown, bodies on the ground and the brains on the floor

Put the cash in the bag in the all black Jag
In the bag in the trunk, next to the pump - bang
[?] out here police know my name

Neighbours hate when I'm stepping out
Cause they already know what my weapon 'bout
And that's murder - we killers

And all my killers got knowledge
And Loaded Lux is my teacher
So middle finger to your college

And ace's clip is my preachers
DC bought me dollars
And I named my first son Harlem

And my manager bought me commas
No drama, and I left


[Hook]

[Verse 2: Loaded Lux]

I seen wise men come, I seen wise men go
And in this violent lifestyle all they know
They die for all their dough

It's always a test the best gotta raise the rest
I pray that less less is for the king of death
Saved you flesh you guessing your brain suggest

The game [?]
^!$$% feel like a game of chess
You in a lyrical circle individual virtues

Get tested no question this feeling is personal
And really get hurtful when the killing concerns you
You learn to when there's no one to turn to

Envision the [?]
Slaughter all involved with the choice of doubt
Fought in boughts to kill what it's all about

The bill was real you fake gotta call you out
The hard [?] party bounce
To have all them out [?] food for thought what counts

Knowledge explained without pay
And I'm kangaroo with this k
Let them hold that

Loaded Lux make 'em pay they owe that
Trilly trel ring them bells they know that
Flick it up with the fans that's kodak
Cause hell if I gotta go back


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Fat Trel]
Cowboys and we killas
We hunt, so we eat

Y'all [?] so y'all starve
Peasants don't mingle with gods
My body count a collage
9-11 my team
So you can either jump in this ring

Or get 'head get under my wing
Silencers with them beams
Loud cries and screams
Drug dealers and fiends
And every king need a queen


[Verse 3: Loaded Lux]
Me and my younger trilly trel goin' bonkers
The monster from DC boy no comment
We conscious and we be hoppin' out the [?]
Hear me know [?] yonkers

Harlem up in this motherf**ker I offer to offer the most
Awesome lyrics you lost in
Sales get enormous endor!@&(ts
[?] Miguel at the concert
^!$$%s got to hold that
Loaded Lux make 'em pay they owe that
Trilly trel ring them bells they know that

Flick it up with the fans thats kodak
Cause hell if I gotta go back

[Hook]

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